Archive - May 18, 2012
I pour clear fluid from the small brown bottle into the large white cup. I add water, and pause for a moment to look at it. My mind wanders. Here is the poison. In this case, it will kill off ecosystems, entire macrobiotic worlds as it clears my intestines for my colonoscopy. I think for a moment of people on chemotherapy, pumping poisons into their veins to kill the cancer. I put a positive spin on the comparison. This poison will help the doctors detect if I have precancerous polyps and potentially prevent the onset of cancer.
The first gulp of the grape flavored brine goes down easily. The second is a little harder. Soon, I find each gulp getting smaller, drinking half the remaining fluid each time. I know that at this rate, I'll never finish the whole cup, so with one final gulps I swallow the last of the fluid.
My stomach rumbles as it starts to take effect. Soon, I will be expelling gases and fluids, not unlike the rocks of Pennsylvania after they receive their fracking fluids; intestinal fracking.
For the next hour or two, I will sit in my makeshift office, my laptop sitting on the sink as the solution takes effect. I'll pour fluids in one end, as they rush out the other. A few hours later, I will be sedated as a medical team explores my insides.